I'll Stay Babe (Zayn Malik)

Chapter No. 19: SABTLP Club

Hey guys! So I asked you it you all wanted a short chapter on Sunday or a longer chapter today and you all said today so here it is!

It is kind of more sad and serious this time but I'm trying to work the plot up more with these kind of moments. 

And yes, Mona is quite a weirdo but I think she is needed to give the story humor when it gets serious.

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Anybody wanna take the tests? No one ever answeres my questions :( So I'm going to do another, if you read the Authors Notes say this word and I will love you forever.

OKAY the word is Hand Sanitizer. PROPS TO THE PEOPLE WHO SAY THIS.

Dedication to ShesLeftInTheRain. The comment,

"I JUST WANT TO MAKE YOU AWARE I just spent like the past two hours or something reading this whole FUDGING entire rainbow story, [etc.]" 

Ahaha I love your choice of wording.

CHECK OUT THIS SONG! Gone, Gone, Gone by Philip Phillips. <3

OKAY I TALK TO MUCH BYE

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Sofia's POV

I bit my lip. My eyes were glancing around nervously at the door, then at the carpet, at the ceiling, and then at the cake that we had finished making at like seven last night. It was bright pink and had white wording but I had this suspicion that Harry accidentaly spritzed it with his cologne because he had a little mini disco with the thing. I mean, I had to the leave the kitchen to get my sense of smell back.

My phone buzzed so I took it out and turned it on. Mona-Bear! Ha I don't call her that.

erm i have a confesson to mak but i dunno how to oh erm ashna is annoyed she is hitting me i gotta go but remember the safe word is pond!!!!! PPOND!

I honestly didn't know how to respond and the amount of spelling and grammar errors in the message made me cringe. I just put my phone back into my pocket.

"Alright, Sofia, come on in!" My boss's voice called from the office on the other side of the door. I tentatively opened the door to see Mr. Booth sitting at his desk. He had his hair slicked back and his light blue eyes contrasted with his rosy cheeks. 

He kind of reminded me of Santa Clause but kind of a nasty Santa Clause.

I pulled the cake on the cart into the room and shut the door behind me. Mr. Booth stared at me then shifted his eyes to the cake. The hot pink cake.

Just watch his daughter actually be his son and no one bothered to tell me, my luck.

"What's that?" he asked me, shifting in his big leather chair to give his big stomach room. His Santa stomach.

"Erm, it's uh your daughter's birthday cake," I said, my stomach doing hurtles. My teeth were also slightly chattering because of how nervous I was.

"No, that's not," he said, simply and I don't know why but the simplicity of that statement made me want to burst into tears and beg him not to fire me.